The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

The sexual escapades of Draco Malfoy

Author: Silver7772

Translator: James Black

Beta Reader: Mindy (Thank you!!!)

Chapter7

Truth or Dare

28th - I can't believe it! Yesterday, I laid Potter! I was on the way to the Quidditch changing rooms ( I arranged a meeting with that Ravenclaw fifth year, whose name I can't remember... ), as I saw someone lurking by the lake. I got curious and sneaked over. I thought I must be going crazy! It was Potter, and he was whacking off - while he read MY diary! I approached and he was moaning something like "Malfoy, you make me so horny. Come here. I want you..."

That guy always was way-out, but now it seemed he had lost his marbles. On the other hand he wasn't ugly and... well, I never fucked him before. Moreover, how often did one get the chance to catch Potter with his pants down, downright begging to fuck him. Priceless!

Anyway, he told me he wanted me and I bent down and kissed him (and for a virgin he doesn't kiss too bad). We kissed for a few minutes and then began to remove our clothes. He turned around (and he has a damn sexy ass) and pulled me behind. As a start I let three fingers slide into him, till he nearly fucked himself with it, moaning my name and crying I should finally shag him. God, I never knew Potter was so filthy, but somehow I liked it. I bent over him and, at first slowly, then faster and faster, I thrust into him. He was screaming the whole time, things like "more!", "harder!", "Don't stop" and "Malfoy, fuck me!" and I fucked him nearly to unconsciousness...

What happened after it I don't know. I must have dozed off...

"Dray, are you busy?" Blaise's head popped in through the slightly open door and interrupted Draco's writing.

"I'm practically done. What's up?" Draco closed his diary and didn't manage to hide a grin as he let the diary slide back into his bag.

"Pansy wanted me to tell you that there's a party tonight. Common room. Seven o'clock."

"Again?"

Blaise shrugged. "What else can we do? There isn't anything else to do lately..."

"I don't mind. Tell her that I'll come."

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The party was in full activity as Draco entered the Slytherin common room, "fashionably late", at quarter past eight. Most people stuck on the bar, a few already had made way for the dance floor.

Pansy and her friends sat on the floor next to the coach, along with Ernie, a few Ravenclaws, a group of Gryffindors, including Potter, Granger and the weasel, and to his surprise, even Blaise.

"You are just what I need!" Blaise grinned at him and threw the half-full bottle of Firewhiskey to Draco. Draco opened it, took a gulp and gazed at his friend with disbelief.

"Since when do you play this babyish shit?" he asked in a snotty way and raised his eyebrow.

"C'mon, it's funnier than it's looks like..." Blaise began.

"To embarrassing oneself in public could be so much fun." Draco said sarcastically, but sat down next to Blaise, twined an arm around him and lent back against the couch with a deliberate-bored expression on his face, while he took another sip of Firewhiskey.

What should happen? If Blaise played along, things couldn't be too bad. Moreover, he didn't want to hang around alone.

The game was called "Truth or Dare" and it really didn't seem to be bad. If you choose "Truth" you have to answer a question, whereas you aren't able to lie, because you have to take a sip of Veritaserum. If you choose"Dare", you have to fulfill a task.

The questions and tasks, which Draco thought were very uninspired, amounted always to the same thing. Mostly one had to kiss another, or tell in whom one have a crush on. Childish...

Every time Draco choose "Truth" he had to give the details about the Justin-Finch-Flechtley-story. Apparently, they never could get enough of it!

As he, being totally at the edge, announced that he never want to hear the words "Justin Finch-Fletchley" and "prefect bathroom" in one sentence again and therefore only choose "Dare" anymore, he had to kiss Ernie, then Hermione and finally Potter. Visibly bored, he followed the instructions. It's not, that he'd never kissed before...

"Well... I choose Draco! Truth or Dare, Dray?" Millicent grinned at him expectantly.

Draco, half lying against Blaise shoulder, seemed to be nearly fallen asleep. "Dare" he said in a bored tone and sat up.

The grin on Millicent's face spread. "So, Draco, read to us.

Draco looked at her confused.

"From your diary!"

A few others approached to listen in, partly amused, partly piggishly. Even Seamus, Justin and a few Hufflepuffs, who stood at the bar, stopped talking and looked expectantly at Draco and Millicent.

"You already read it all, don't you?" Draco asked in a sarcastically-dismissive way. He couldn't understand that fever of excitement.

"You don't think anyone would believe, that you hadn't written anything in it since then!" Millicent said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Draco got white as a sheet and unconsciously clung himself at Blaise's shoulder.

Convulsively, he tried to remember what the last thing was he had written down...

Damn, the thing with Potter! He couldn't read that out! But on the other hand, how should he get out of this? He couldn't think of any...

"Give it to me!" Millicent reach for the diary. "I think I should read. You will just make something up or tell us only half the story."

Draco pulled himself together and tried not to seem too despaired. That was pathetic! It was a case of Hobson's choice!

Still pale as chalk, but with a posed ice cold smile on his lips, he handed the diary to Millicent.

Like on command, the whole room got unnaturally quiet, as they starred at Millicent, who scrolled the pages till the found the last site and began to read out.

"28th - I can't believe it! Yesterday, I laid Potter!..."

That was enough to stop Millicent. "Pot... Potter?"

A thrilled expression appeared on her face, as, in a mix of shock and delight, all starred at Harry, who sank deeper into the armchair and held his hands in front of his face as he blushed.

"Actually I was on the way to the Quidditch changing rooms ( I arranged a meeting with that Ravenclaw fifth year, whose name I can't remember... ), as I saw someone lurking by the lake. I got curious and sneaked over. I thought I must be going crazy! It was Potter and he was whacking off - while he read MY diary! I approached and..."

Nobody had the heart to say something, as Millicent ended. All just starred from Draco to Harry and back to Draco, who seemed to be sinking into Blaise chest, back to Harry, who looked at Draco in disbelieve.

Too many thoughts whirred through Harry's mind. A hint of frustration appeared in his heart. As he noticed it, he was angry at himself again, because he let it happen that Malfoy produce such feelings in him.

And he was angry at Malfoy...

"That guy alway was way-out, but now it seemed he had lost his marbles. On the other hand he wasn't ugly and... well, I had never fucked him before."

WELL, I HAD NEVER FUCKED HIM BEFORE?

Damn, how could Malfoy write such thing, after what happened last night! And he didn't beg him to pop his cherry... at least not in the way, Malfoy described. Damn!

Harry tried to avert Malfoy's eyes and also tried to hide that he was in rage. He begrudged Malfoy the satisfaction, of him being hurt... To see, that Malfoy could hurt him, if he want...

And the others shouldn't think he was a complete idiot, imagining that this night meant something to Malfoy...

A while he just sat there, then as the first students began to leave the party he also stood up and left for the Gryffindor tower, telling his friends he was tired.

Shortly after that, a somewhat irritated Malfoy disappeared with Blaise into his room.

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